“Star light, star bright;
First star I see tonight;
Wish I may, wish I might;
Have the wish I wish tonight.”
And then we’d shut our eyes and make a wish. Right?
I think each of us grew up with that little poem, those hopes, those dreams. Those wishes.
I wonder sometimes how many wishes I’ve made looking up at the stars in my lifetime. Stretched out in the backyard. Sitting on the dock at the lake. Around the campfire while we stuffed ourselves with s'mores.
My daughters, Hannah and Emily and I decided that the brightest star nearest the moon was their grandfather . . . my dad . . . watching down over us. Just keeping a watchful eye.
I know that I’ve spent some nights in silence as I considered him watching us, wondering what he thought of me, my life, my family. I wish my dad would have been around for my kids. How they would have loved him, and he, them. But he had passed on well before I met my wife and we had our kids.
And, about those wishes . . .
As a kid, my wishes were simple. Kid stuff. All about me, as most kids’ wishes tend to be.
As I got older, the wishes were more like bargains. You know the kinds where we’d say something like, “If I get this, then I’ll . . .”
And then as I got older yet, and after Kim and I had children, my wishes became about them. Keeping them safe. Having them grow up strong and confident. Finding someone to love and more importantly, someone who will love them. Someone to take care of them. Keeping them from harm.
Wishing for their happiness. That their lives be fulfilling. That their dreams would come true.
But the thing about a dream is that it doesn’t happen on its own. Dreams must be pursued. Dreams must be worked for.
I mean, if wishes just happened because you saw a star and made a wish . . .
No, wishes like dreams, have to be worked for. There should be some sort of effort. A plan.
Wishes are like life . . . they have to be lived. Any wish worth having is like a goal . . . gone after, pursued.
Otherwise, wishes like dreams, are just hopeful and happy thoughts. In time, forgotten. Something to think about . . .
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